As the evening dragged on, the clinking of wine glasses and the hum of business talk filled the air. The room was filled with posh guests, all too caught up in their own affairs to notice the way the event lacked any true excitement. Fancy appetizers passed by you, but you didn’t feel like partaking. The whole atmosphere felt stifling, too polished, too perfect for your taste.

You were about to make your quiet exit, sneaking past the conversations about mergers and investments, when a hand gently caught your elbow.

Turning around, you found yourself face to face with a man in a sharp, tailored suit, a brown bowtie that complemented his effortless charm. His smile was warm, inviting, almost too perfect.

"Please, stay a little longer! We're just getting started," he said, his voice smooth and compelling, the kind that made you feel like you’d been pulled into something far more interesting than the room you were about to leave.